ON Receiving from the Right Hon, the Lady FRANCES SHIRLEY * A STANDISH and Two PENS. Defcend in all her fober charms; "And take (the said, and fmil'd ferene), Take at this hand celeftial arms: Secure the radiant weapons wield; This steel shall stab it to the heart." Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell, "What Well? what Weapon? (Flavia cries), A ftandish, fteel and golden pen! It came from Bertrand's +, not the skies; it you to write again. A lady whofe great merit Mr Pope took a real pleasure in celebrating. † A famous toy-hop at Bath. But But, friend, take heed whom you attack; You'd write as smooth again on glass, Athenian Queen! and fober charms! Come, if you'll be a quiet foul, That dares tell neither truth nor lies ¶, I'll lift you in the harmless roll Of those that fing of these poor eyes,' The Epiftle to Dr Arbuthnot. Such toys being the ufual prefents from lovers to their miftreffes. When the delivers Æneas a fuit of heavenly armour. Tie. If you have neither the courage to write fatire, nor he application to attempt an epic poem.---He was then meditating on fuch a work. MACER: MACE R: A CHARACTER. HEN fimple Macer, now of high renown, First fought a poet's fortune in the town, 'Twas all th' ambition his high foul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steel. Some ends of verfe his betters might afford, And gave the harmless fellow a good word. Set up with thefe, he ventur'd on the town, And, with a borrow'd play, outdid poor Crown. There he ftopp'd fhort, nor fince has writ a tittle, But has the wit to make the most of little: Like ftunted hide-bound trees, that just have got Sufficient fap at once to bear and rot. 10 Now he begs verfe, and what he gets commends, Not of the wits his foes, but fools his friends. 20 So fome coarfe country-wench, almoft decay'd, Trudges to town, and firft turns chambermaid; 16 Aukward and fupple, each devoir to pay; She flatters her good lady twice a-day; Thought wondrous honeft, though of mean degree, And ftrangely lik'd for her fimplicity: In a tranflated fuit, then tries the town, With borrow'd pins, and patches not her own; But just endur'd the winter fhe began, And in four months a batter'd hartidan. Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and flirúnk, To bawd for others, and go thaies with punk. 26 SONG, SONG, by a PERSON of QUALITY, FLU Written in the Year MDCCXXXIII. I. 'LUTT'RING fpread thy purple pinions, I a flave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, See my weary days confuming, III. Thus the Cyprian Goddefs weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; V. 5 10 15 Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, Lead Lead me to the cryftal mirrors, Wat'ring foft Elyfian plains. VI. Mournful cyprefs, verdant willow, VII. Melancholy fmooth Meander, On the margin lovers wander, With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, See the bird of Juno stooping; END OF VOLUME SECOND. |